Brooklyn Blood by M Z Kelly

Author:M Z Kelly [Kelly, M Z]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kingston Roads Press, LLC
Published: 2018-01-12T22:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-TWO

We heard from Mojo that the party at Bobo Calderon’s apartment broke up shortly after the fight ended. Puig had confronted Armando about being there, but Sophia’s godfather had convinced him that he was just working the party for extra money and was looking for his goddaughter. Puig denied knowing Sophia’s whereabouts, and Armando was eventually allowed to leave.

We weren’t sure exactly what had started the fight, but, when we got home, Amy gave us her thoughts on the matter. “I think the situation that Bobo was talking about to Puig when we walked in was him killing Sophia,” Amy said.

“But why would Bobo have an interest in that?” I said. “I think there’s something else going on between them, and it involves money.”

“Maybe Bobo is skimming from Puig’s boxing purses, like I suggested before,” Max said.

“He talked about the money being invested,” Amy said. “Maybe he meant the investment is in his drug dealings.”

I yawned. “Whatever he meant, it sounds like things have definitely gone south between those two.”

“I be going to bed now,” Katerina told us, heading for the door. “I not used to staying up so late.”

I walked her to the door and said goodnight, adding, “Remember what I said about Mojo. If he calls, hang up. If he comes by, lock your door and don’t let him in.”

“I remember. I stay away from him.”

After she was gone, Amy said, “She’s a sweet girl. I’m going to have a little chat with Mojo about staying away from her.”

“I think that’s a good idea. He was hitting on her all night.” I headed for the bedroom. “See you both in the morning.”

Despite my exhaustion, I had trouble falling asleep. After a half hour of tossing and turning, I gave up on sleep and decided to surf the Internet, my thoughts turning to my mother.

I googled the name Donna Wallace and the city of Monticello, not coming up with anything worthwhile. I then remembered the last known address for her that Sam had given me. I typed her name and address into one of those people find search engines and waited.

After a few seconds, I got an address back with the name Donna Wallace on Howard Street in Monticello. The birthdate that came up was the same as my mother’s. Even though I knew, from what Sam had told me, that my mother had moved from that address, my pulse raced as it occurred to me that whoever was now living there might have a forwarding address for her.

As I turned off my light and again tried to sleep, imaginary images of my mother moved through my mind. I saw us reuniting and even imagined her telling me that she’d gone away because she was fearful I would be harmed by the man who had been stalking her.

I knew it was a total fantasy, but, as sleep finally tugged at my consciousness, I prayed that it might be true. I also knew that I had to find out what happened to William Jeffers.

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